While sitting at my desk today, I pulled out a piece of string cheese from my lunch bag and proceeded to take about two and a half bites of it before it disappeared into my mouth. Twenty-three chews later, it was gone.
It got me thinking … in today’s society, where everything happens so fast and we’re always on the lookout for ways to speed up production in our lives, does anybody actually have time to peel strips off their sticks of cheese anymore? Can we just agree to call them cheese sticks from now on?
I would imagine between busy schedules and laziness, they might want to consider coming out with pre-stringed cheese. It certainly would save a lot of time.
I want to know who the wise guy was who thought it’d be a good idea to invent navy blue socks.
… really makes it difficult to find a matching pair in a dark bedroom in the morning.
It’s March 23. Spring has officially kicked off. And we’ve had weather reach the upper 50s in the past few weeks in the Chicagoland area.
So, naturally, I wake up this morning and this is exactly what I expect to see when I peek out the window.
A snow day.